Lick Him Clean

I moan and soon scoot forward and from there I find myself licking up and down his cock. I moan softly, feeling more than a small amount of pleasure from serving him so. After a few licks, I'm working up and down the entirety of his hard rod, moving my lips at times across it as I work. I can distinctly taste the salty cum on his cock, as I'm careful not to let any drop. I also get a taste of my own fluids from my pussy, among other things. I moan softly, as I submissively work on his cock, digitally cleaning the whole length.

He pressed his cock into my mouth, "Better make sure you get all of it. Don't want to be punished a second time for that, right slut?" He calls, in a raunchy, confident tone, that not only tells me his desires but also casually reminded me of his power over me. I was willing to take his cock in as I start working on it. It's not long before I feel him grab me by my hair and heck, and start pressing his cock in my though deep then, swiftly taking my throat hard. My moans took on a higher pitch, not to mention a swifter pace, as he starts thrusting himself down my throat.

"Yea, you like that, don't you slut? You enjoy being pounded in all your wholes, don't you?", I hear him call, in casual confidence, before pressing his cock down till his balls slapped upon my lips and chin. He presses his now hard cock down my throat, shoving it deep into me. He pounds it in and out, forcefully gyrating his cock in and out of me as I lay on the table. I see to use my tongue, and lips, upon his cock as he pounds my throat, his balls slapping upon me with each thrust. I moan through the cock, as he uses my mouth and throat to good effect. I orgasm swiftly then, and soon after several more times as he plunges his cock down my throat.

His hands move once again, one at a time. First from my hair to my neck, and then from the back of my neck to around it. I feel him start to chock me, softly at first, but gradually tightening around my neck, even as he pounds his cock deep inside. I moan loudly, as I feel pleasure grow more pronounced within me. I orgasm again and again, even as my cheeks take on a bright, and gradually a darker and darker, reddish hue. I orgasm, clinging to the table as well as I could, as he pounded his cock deep down my throat. I gasp as I feel him swiftly pull his cock out of my mouth, and soon see a wad of phlegm and spit come out, which soon cascades down onto my face. He smiles then, watching as I desperately try to clean it up, before he moves my head back up, and thrusts his cock back down, deep and hard, into my throat.

I moan loudly as I could from around his cock. My cheeks are solidly a deep red shade, and now I feel him quicken his pace. I orgasm, again and again, enjoying being so thoroughly used, and it was not long before he shot his load deep into my mouth. I climax, and I watch in my honor, as he pulled his cock out of his mouth then. Swiftly then, more of his load shot out of his cock, hitting me square in the face and my hair. I gasp, as I'm given a rather decent-sized facial, as more lands on my face and into my hair. I already feel it start to dry to my red hair, aware of just how much the sticky strands will stand out. He smiles at me, before saying "Don't clean that out, slut. It soots you well, don't you think?"

I gasp but manage to speak after a moment, "Yess, master. I think it does" I watch as he smiles, before looking down at the table, hoping nothing got there he would notice. It's then I feel him grab playfully by my hair and pull me up off the table. I manage to get upright, shifting myself around the table and onto my feet. He gives me an ap playful smack on my ass, before declaring, "It's getting late. Don't you think we should retire?

I gasp, still dizzy from my several rounds of sex, bud manages to stay on my feet. Soon, he playfully shoves me forward, and I just barely manage to keep my balance, before making my way to the bedroom. As we near the bed, he says, "Hang on. Maybe I don't want you to sleep in my bed tonight. It would be a good lesson of obedience, don't you think?" He gives me a coy look, as though desiring me to object, and yet watching to see if I'd be submissive and do what he says, even if it's not as comfortable.